Sacred Flame (Closed)

[Shula Brighton]

The last few weeks had been nothing short of hell. So many deaths, so much blood spilled. The nation was falling apart at the seams and there wasn't a single Amestrian who wasn't worried just a little that their country might collapse completely. Shula was alive again, but at what cost?Things felt so unbalanced within herself and in the world around her. Ishvalla was unhappy, and all this blood and sacrifice would need some way to level it out. The spirits around her felt so restless, and her daily meditations brought no peace. Late last night, she decided that something had to be done. It wouldn't be as much as it should have been, but hopefully Ishvalla would see her offering and hear her.

Shula had started long before the sun had risen, leaving a note that she was out meditating and not to worry. Staying away from the crater, Shula found the area to the south of South where Raistlin had found her a few weeks ago. The dead were gone and the blood had washed away, the holes filled in from rains shifting the earth. But the spirits here were restless. And so she began with yellow-coloured sand poured into a large circle and outlined with white. A large steel bowl was placed in the center and filled with a sweet oil, the air around it smelling like almonds. Satisfied, the girl in the blood-coloured sari continued her work, red sand surrounding the yellow and bursting into flower petals trimmed in white. The white extended into great spiraling vines with soft green leaves, each tendril ending with a pattern of giant petals and flowers. Pastel colours painted the earth around her as Shula created a rangoli no less than fifty feet across.

As the afternoon faded Shula's creation was complete, the spiral leading inward to the bowl of oil. She'd fasted all day creating this sacred work, and smiled, not feeling hungry or tired in the slightest. The area had been blessed and grown very still in anticipation. Shula left her spiral back to her emptied sacks she'd held the sand in and pulled off her sari, leaving her in the small golden crop top and black and red skirt that hung far below her navel. Her alchemical bracelets were left off, and had been temporarily traded for a pair of black iron wing-like fans and a large battery-powered stereo. Had her relatives been reached, they would have joined her for this, but for now she'd have to work with what was available and hope Ishvalla understood.

The sun began to sink into a blood-coloured sky. It was time to begin. Shula hit play, the disc spinning and filling the very still air with a slow heartbeat-like drum as she carried the fans back to the center. She took a deep breath, her voice rising out over the warm evening air. "ISHVALLA! For you I consecrate this space as sacred! Hear me! For you, I light this sacred fire as my ancestors have for generations in your honour! Hear me! May the blood spilled into this land enrich the earth and flourish once more! Ishvalla, I dance this sacred spiral for you! Take the souls trapped here and bring them rest; make them whole once more as I dance in honour of the dead! I rejoice in life and pray for rebirth! RETURN THE SOULS TO WHERE THEY BELONG! HEAR ME!" Two small stones met and sparked, the oil igniting and roaring high into the settling darkness. There was no alchemy in this sacred space as Shula held the ends of the fans out to let them catch.

Iron spun around her thin wrists as Shula began to move to the music, Isvhallan instruments and heavy drums filling the air around the sacred fire, the fire freeing her soul and becoming as a phoenix. Ishvalla would be pleased.

[Csilla Angelis]

Csilla didn't think it was possible to still feel this broken, even after a week. A whole week. That's how long it had taken her to get from... the borders of Amestris to Central City. She was relieved to find that her building was still standing. She was even more relieved to find the chest of her treasured possessions was still safe and sound. She had added a piece of paper to the chest with a single tear rolling down her cheek. She then grabbed her other items from her trek, as well as a backpack of clean clothes and her spare uniform. As she had traveled to Central, she had heard that Spade and the rest had moved down to South City. As yet, her orders were unclear. But considering she had likely been assumed dead, it would make sense that as of yet.. she had none. But it was time to find some and delve into anything that would clear her head. And so Csilla traveled down to South City Lake, as she liked to call it. There were no answers waiting for her there. There never would be answers anywhere in Amestris. But this is where she had to continue making her life, acting as if everything in the past few weeks had never happened.

Csilla had had every intention of going into the headquarters at South City, finding Spade and reporting herself as very much alive. She was going to march straight in there and.. well, she would have to FIND headquarters first. Csilla had wandered from the closest village to South City Lake and was now walking aimlessly. Oh, sure. She could've asked someone at the village for the location. But that would've made sense. Besides, Csilla wasn't dressed in her uniform. And that just wouldn't be proper; showing up from the dead in civilian clothes? Especially in her most comfortable jeans, tank top and tall boots? NEVER. Csilla didn't feel like being pronounced living just this second. ...And that's when she saw it. A glimmer of red in the distance. Her interest peaked, Csilla lifted her backpack more securely on her shoulder and began to walk in the direction.

And she walked. And walked some more. Eventually she discovered that the glimmer was in fact an extremely large.. fire. As she walked towards it, she began to hear the sound of.. drums? She noticed the ground was colored in a spiral of colors, one she didn't exactly understand. And the drums were coming from a stereo. Interesting. She wondered at what she could've stumbled upon when she saw someone dancing. Moving closer, she swore she saw.. Shula? Could it be? Considering how many petite white-haired girls Csilla knew, who else could it have been? But what was she doing exactly? Csilla was so confused and as she neared the stereo, she let her backpack slide off her shoulder to the ground. She chewed on the side of her lip and just watched. She may not know what exactly Shula was doing but she wasn't going to be rude and interrupt. Dead or alive, Csilla would not have herself known as being rude.

[Shula Brighton]

She could feel the heat of the fire from her fans whippling around her wrists and enveloping her body as she spun, her stomach undulating and moving each muscle individually. Shula's heart was pounding, blood racing through her body; the music beat as her heart and the fire was an extension of her soul. The world outside of this sacred place didn't exist. For this moment in time, Shula was whole. She was one with her fire, her music, her spiral and the universe; one did not exist without the other. Shula's body moved like smoke from a flame, the fire reflecting on the hints of gold in her dress and the remaining streaks of pale gold in her hair that hadn't fully faded yet. Iron wings moved down, in, up and out in great arcs like a fiery bird beating its wings against their breast, casting great shadows against the coloured sand in the darkness.

The sacred fire in the center blasted its heat and light high into the air. Shula raised both wings above her head, her hips shimmying to bells unseen as that song came to a close. Things still seemed a little off when she breathed, but the feeling of pure life running through her overpowered all other senses and demands her body may have had. This work was sacred and the prayer ancient; she was one of the last twelve people in the world who knew this form and offering. As a flute began to trill slowly, Shula opened her eyes as she caught her breath to see a figure standing near her stereo. Strange... She was far enough away from everyone else that it shouldn't be bothering them, and she'd told everyone to leave her be. So who was....

Red eyes opened wide as they focused in the light on who was there. "HOLY SUN! Ishvalla works fast!" It was Csilla! But they'd never found her body and declared her as MIA! All her life she'd been told the dead never came back and that to do so went against the laws of nature. But after all the friends she'd just lost in the last few weeks, nature could surely spare one of them. Shula stopped her movements and set both of her fans down in the sand (glad that sand wouldn't catch and the kevlar would keep burning just fine on its own) and ran between the spirals to what was either a very dear friend or her ghost.

Thin brown arms reached out and wrapped around, clinging tightly around Csilla's body. She was real. She was alive. And she was here at the sacred spiral. "Csilla! Thank Ishvalla, you're alive!" She squeezed tighter around the taller girl, ignoring that her ample bosom could easily suffocate her throat. The dead had come back. Slowly she let go, her smile beaming and filled with the fire the burned behind her and within her. "He has guided you home to us... Welcome back." Shula stepped back a little, fabric swishing around her ankles as she moved and stepped back into her circle; the laws of the rite forbade her to stop in her dedications for longer than needed until the oil burnt out. She moved slowly and off the beat, the current song much slower than the last several had been and held her hand out to Csilla, inviting her to step inside the great spiral.

[Guest]

Everything as a whole was pointless. War, powers, and money, it’s all pointless because the prime characteristic is greed. I never understood it, but then again, I’m glad I’m not in a position to make those decisions…

For now, I’ve joined up with the Pirates. We’re a band of brothers that loot goods out of other people, and do things for the military. I basically just follow Captain Sal’s orders. He’s the big guy, err chimera is should say. He’s in charge, and what he says goes. For my first mission, Sal has me going to the South HQ. I was told to check it out, and report whatever information I find and bring it back to the Pirates.

During my long haul down, I ran across a small blond girl. I never introduced myself, but it seemed like we were both heading the same direction. The funny thing is, whenever I found myself lost or confuse, she was nearby. There was something odd about her, and she always had this rugged, beaten up backpack she lugged around. There was a small town near the giant lake, and I ran across her in passing earlier this afternoon. I don’t think she recognizes me, which is a shocker. After all, I’m wearing the same white pair of pants and suit jacket as always, with a giant bone structure on my cheek. I’m not hard to miss. From then, I think we crossed paths at least four other times.

This was a long haul, and I breathed out of weariness. I stumbled around a lot that evening, and found myself wandering towards a strange light in the distances. The closer I came, the brighter and larger the light grew. Suddenly, my eyes widen when I realized it was fire. The heat was intense, but it was blazing beauty. There was a woman near the burning embers, controlling the fire in the air. My eyes dart to the side when I realize it’s the same blond I’ve been seeing walks up to the fire dancer. They no one another I guess. I shrug it off before I overhear the petite white hair woman’s voice.

"HOLY SUN! Ishvalla works fast!"

So I couldn't make out what this woman screamed about, but it sounded like whatever chant she was doing involved this blond female. I shrug to myself and think 'what the hell' before approaching both women casually. Both my hands where resting in my pockets as I stood a couple feet away from the hugging.

“Sorry for interrupting, and I-I-I don’t mean to be rude. However, I’ve be-been following this woman all day it seems, and I found this fire from afar. I'm lost, and not really from around h-h-here.” Damn stutter, I hate it. I grumble a few times before grinning my normal boyish smile.

[Guest]

Traversing across the southern wastelands wasn't that big of a deal, much easier than walking across the desert in Ishval's desert, and the fact that the evening was cool and dry here made the trip kinda pleasant. With a plastic bag of groceries slung over her shoulder, the young Ishvallan woman Aishe made her way towards the crater lake of South, towards the encampment.

Being in the middle of nowhere, it was pretty easy to notice the fire off in the distance, it stood out among the endless dry dirt patch on the face of the country. Catching Aishe's attention, she gave it a bit of thought and decided to investigate it out of curiosity. It wasn't a common thing, to find a fire burning in the middle of nowhere. Either someone was camping out here, or something had caught fire.

Not in any hurry, Aishe headed off the road and towards the distant flame at a leisurely pace, removing a wrapped pastry from her grocery bag and nibbling on it as she went, her mind lazily focusing on both the mystery fire and the sweet taste of her food. She had been living off of instant and ready made foods for awhile now, ever since East, along with half of the rest of the country went up in smoke, she hadn't had the luxury to eat a nice home cooked meal. Oh god, what she'd do for some falafel or even some tabouleh, Mrs. Salib always made the best Ishvallan food. How was she doing right now? It had been a few days since Aishe left East, leaving her gang in charge of trying to keep the order among the Ishvallan refugees of the wrecked city. She had come here to get some news, what the state of the country and military was in, what the government was going to do for relief, and where the best places to go would be, etc., so if all was well, she would be able to go back soon, and maybe figure out how to help everyone during this crisis.

Aishe drew closer to the source of the fire, coming into clear view of its surroundings. The flame itself was huge, a blazing bonfire, it seemed, and as with any bonfire of sorts, there were people congregating around it, though surprisingly few, only three it would seem. There was music playing too, it was Ishvallan, she could tell that immediately, and it certainly peaked her interests, though it seemed to be coming from a radio, rather than from any real instruments. She approached them with such casual manner, groceries slung over her should, a half eaten pastry in her free hand, her red eyes flitting about, observing the people around the fire. They seemed like quite the odd lot, a man dressed in white with brilliant blue hair, and then some odd thing on the side of his jaw, though she wasn't close enough to tell what it might have been. The second person seemed to be an Amestrian woman in casual clothes, pretty blond hair and a sort of "Cute young girl", probably college age. The third person was the one that caught her interest the most, however. She was Ishvallan, between her dark skin and white hair, Aishe could tell at a glance. If she got any closer, she would probably get a glimpse of the definitive red eyes. But what was more interesting was what she was doing. The young looking Ishvallan girl flitted about in a spiraling circle around the fire, her movements as memorizing as the flickering flame in the wind. It was easy to discern that she was performing a sort of Ishvallan dance, between her clothes, that seemed to be a traditional Ishvallan dancing attire, and the burning fans that fluttered about in her hands, but Aishe hadn't a clue as to what sort of dance it was or what it's purpose was, for she had never seen anything like it in her few pilgrimages to Ishval. She was tempted to call out and ask, but she knew better than to interrupt a ceremonial dance of Ishvala.

So Aishe instead walked over to a decent sized flat rock sticking out of the ground and sat down, quietly watching the dance in appreciation and awe from a good twenty paces away from the circle, barely within the fire's light.

[Csilla Angelis]

“HOLY SUN! Ishvalla works fast!”

Csilla had no idea what words came out of Shula's mouth but she didn't have much time to responded as Shula clung to her.

“Csilla! Thank Ishvalla, you're alive!”
Csilla hugged her back just as tightly. She closed her eyes as the tears welled up. It was strange. Csilla's heart had been shattered into pieces, her entire world twisted upside down. She should be curled in her bed, waiting for nothingness to finish consuming her. Yet, her she was. Standing in a spiral of color, near a blazing fire and being lulled by the sound of drums and flutes. And she couldn't help but let a whisper of a smile cross her face. Her first one in what felt like years. She knew that nothing was going to be all right again. Not for a very long time. But maybe.. just maybe, she could learn to make it through a day without tears streaming down her cheeks.

“He has guided you home to us... Welcome back.”
Her eyes opened again as Shula let go and moved back into the circle. Shula began to dance again, but reached her hand towards Csilla. Csilla extended her hand towards Shula, to join her, when she heard a voice behind her.

“Sorry for interrupting, and I-I-I don't mean to be rude. However, I've be-been following this woman all day it seems, and I found this fire from afar. I'm lost, and not really from around h-h-here.”
Csilla turned to face the voice and saw.. bone? What? Blinking she realized it wasn't actually bone... hopefully. It looked more like a decoration, though a morbid one at that. Wait. Been following, her? He did look vaguely familiar. But she had been in such a daze recently. It was entirely possible. “I'm sor-” By Hades! She had been so used to speaking Cretan again, now it felt strange to begin a conversation in Amestrian. She quickly covered up her mistake, “I'm sorry, I had no idea you've been following me. Which is a little strange, but considering you're lost... I hate to say it, but I'm just as lost as you at this point. I'm sure my friend knows where we are. However, for the time being.. I think she's a little busy to help.” Csilla shrugged her shoulders regretfully. She wasn't sure what else to do with this gentleman so she moved to join Shula in the circle. “I'm Csilla, by the way.”

Csilla then focused her attention back onto Shula and the music. Shula moved gracefully in a dance that Csilla couldn't even begin to comprehend. She thought for a moment at attempting to imitate her, but decided against. Csilla just let her eyes flutter shut and felt the beat of the music. She swayed from side to side, and began moving her feet slowly. Her steps were simple, yet in time with the music. Her eyes opened as she began to twirl her arms in the air as she moved towards and around the fire. She was a part of something she didn't completely understand now. But by Zeus, she felt fire burning in her blood. She felt.. almost whole again. And so she danced, letting the music take away her broken heart for a time.

[Shula Brighton]

As Shula stepped back into her spiral, she waited for Csilla to join her. Ishvalla had brought Csilla back from the dead nad guided her to the where she was making her offering; her request was granted, but if people were finding her spiral it was because more energy was being requested as thanks. She watched as Csilla stepped into the circle to join and began to move again herself when someone else approached. Someone unfamiliar and with the strangest ornametation on his face. He didn't appear to be armed at least, which was always a good thing anymore.

“Sorry for interrupting, and I-I-I don’t mean to be rude. However, I’ve be-been following this woman all day it seems, and I found this fire from afar. I'm lost, and not really from around h-h-here.” Shula looked the man up and down and then at Csilla, who had no idea she'd been followed or who he was. She smiled softly to the taller man, pausing in her movements to hold her hand out to him.

"You're currently in the middle of nowhere. We're to the south of the crater lake, and there are a few refugee camps further north and west of hear around the water and in the little village nearby." She moved to pick her fans back up, their fires still burning on the wicking steadily. The music filled the warm air to blend the golden shadows against the colours in the darkness. The iron hoops found their ways back over Shula's wrists as her fingers hooked around them. "There really isn't anywhere near for a ways in either direction... But if you come in peace, you're welcome to join us in a dance of thanks and life. There isn't much to eat, but I am happy to share." Distrust and chaos were everywhere. Now was not the time to be fearful, hateful or stingy. Now was the time to open yourself more to help and offer what you could.

The iron fans spun around her wrists as she stepped back and spun, then raised them high as her stomach and hips began to undulate. Shula glanced and saw Csilla beginning to move as well, the power of the music and spiral seeping outward and into everything and everyone it could. The air around them hummed with energy as the fire beckoned outward and upward.

[Guest]

I locked both of my eyes on Csilla, she truly was beautiful and I couldn’t break away from her gaze. At first she spoke a little Cretan, but hesitated and immediately switched to Amestrian. I was tempted to reply back in Cretan, but felt scared. “The names Devon Grimm, and-” but our conversation fell short do to the interruption from a woman with silky white hair. To say she was stunning was a bit of an understatement, there was something about the way she danced so peacefully that I couldn’t help but drop my jaw.

"You're currently in the middle of nowhere. We're to the south of the crater lake, and there are a few refugee camps further north and west of hear around the water and in the little village nearby." The woman held out her hand to me and I gladly extended mine. Her palms fit so nicely into my firm grip, and I gave her a nice handshake.

“Well I come in peace.” It sounded cheesy as it escaped my lips, but it was the truth. I chuckle to myself a bit before shaking the thought out of my mind. Wait. Did she just say DANCE!? ‘Oh no, I don’t dance.’ I thought to myself as I look between the fire dancer and Csilla. If only they knew the way that I moved. They’d want me to stand far, far, really FAR away from them if swung my hips. “I, I, I don’t think you’d want me to dance.” Shit. This stupid stutter again, why? I hate it. It hates me. We both have this hate for one another, but I can’t overcome it.

I remember this time as a child that my mum tried to teach me to dance. It didn’t go over too well, and I managed to break her toe by jumping on it. Mum wasn’t too thrilled, and in a lot of pain. My old man had to take her to the hospital, and she wore a toe cast. It was quite humorous in my mind as a child, but that fear of breaking another toe never left.

I snapped back into reality when I caught both women dancing to the music. Naturally my body began to sway, and the next thing I knew my arms were lifting high above my head. 'Dammit, stop Devon, stop!' I couldn’t, my body wanted to make me look like a fool. It just kept going to the music, and the energy began humming into my soul. My eyes kept a firm lock on the fire dancer, and I did everything that she did. Or attempted too….

[Guest]

And so the three that had met under the stars under the blessing of Ishvala began to let the music of the desert engulf them. The Ishvallan girl, leading her two Amestrian companions in a gradual spiral around the flame, flickering along to the spirit of the song. Aishe smiled faintly to herself as she watched from her seat off in the shadows, trying to stifle her giggles as the blue haired man awkwardly joined it, arms in the air, trying to imitate the Ishvalan girl. What a weird guy, she never knew any man back home that would try to do such a dance that was considered so feminine.

Without taking her appreciative eyes off of the spectacle before her, Aishe shoved the wrapper from her food back into her back of groceries, which she set on the rock as she hopped to her feet and casually walked over to the three dancers around the fire, waving nonchalantly as she approached them with an amused grin. She stopped just outside of the decorative ceremonial circle, assuming that it may be disrespectful to step into the space uninvited.

"Heya" she greeted them in a warm and friendly tone, her red eyes looking towards each of them with a smile on her face and a relaxed demeanor, one hand on her hip, the other brushing through her snow white hair. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything here, but I saw all of you dancin' round the fire and I got curious." She smiled again, doing her best to start of on friendly terms with everyone here. She turned her gaze to the short Ishvallan girl who lead the ceremony, as she continued her dance. "I've never seen a ceremony like this before, but would you mind if I joined you, sister? I can't turn down an opportunity to celebrate our heritage and honour Ishvala" Her Ishvallan was noticeably less casual and slurred than her Amestrian, being spoken with a certain formality befitting of addressing someone who was partaking in a sacred rite of Ishvala.

"Oh" she suddenly exclaimed in Amestrian, realizing she might have been alienating the non-Ishvallans among them, "I'm Aishe, nice to meetcha!"

[Shula Brighton]

The song was changing and increasing in tempo as three bodies moved arcoss the great sprial around a sacred fire amidst the darkness. The stars and moon were shining brightly above, their light alone almost enough to read by without straining one's eyes. Shula looked to her guests, smiling as they both were beginning to succumb to the fire's lure and share one heartbeat. Good. She could almost feel the energies from them rising and merching above them, the air beginning to feel sticky and electric, the spirits around them joining in their dance.

Shula's body stopped spinning, the fans raised high above her head as her torso and stomach undulated, one group of muscles rippling down to the next. Her body glistened faintly with a thin sheen of sweat, catching the fire's light and reflecting it from her body and soul. This area will eb strong. It will be rebuilt and grow and flourish... Your hands will guide ours from the blood and energy given here. And someday this area and all of Amestris will be whole once more... Shula's thoughts were broken by yet another voice, the fire of her fans whipping around her as she turned to see who had found their circle now. Ishvalla was many things; direct had always been at the top of the list.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything here, but I saw all of you dancin' round the fire and I got curious." Shula's eyes lit up as she got a better look at the woman and danced closer to her. An Ishvallan, like her! Her smile beamed. The young woman was much taller than she was, but the brown skin, the white hair, and the same blood and fire eyes... That was a wonder to see in and of itself. The last time she'd met another Ishvallan, he'd... Shula shoved the thought out of her mind. Now was a dance to praise and give thanks for life, not worry over impending death. ""I've never seen a ceremony like this before, but would you mind if I joined you, sister? I can't turn down an opportunity to celebrate our heritage and honour Ishvala"

Not even knowing what they danced for, this woman could guess as to for whom and was keeping out at the circle's edge for now. Shula smiled. The fire that breathed life into every Ishvallan had called out to her. Lowering her fans to press their wings together, Shula pressed her palms together as best she could without putting them down or burning herself and gave a small bowing nod to Aishe. "Ishvalla has guided you to his spiral as we dance in thanks." She pulled her fans apart and slipped her wrist from one, holding it out to Aishe to take. "Join us, Sister as we dance to bring new life to this barren waste."

"I'm Aishe, nice to meetcha!" Shula stepped back into the spiral, gesturing for Aishe to follow her into it with her now free hand and spun closer to Csilla and held the other fan out to her. "Aishe joins us tonight! The fire calls to us all and the music binds us all together! Dance for joy and for life to the fire and drums, until all our hearts beat as one!" She dropped to her knees and leet her back hover over the sand, arms snaking into the air, letting the energy run through her.

[Csilla Angelis]

Csilla was lost in it all. She definitely did not understand the exact significance of Shula's ritual, but she felt the power nonetheless. It was like her spirits were being lifted, whether she wanted them to be or not. Creta seemed a distant past, something so far gone. It almost felt like the hurt was gone as well, but Csilla knew that once this magic was over.. it would return. But for now, it was a blessing to revel in the freedom the dancing brought.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything here, but I saw all of you dancin' round the fire and I got curious." Csilla almost tripped, completely caught off-guard by the voice from outside the circle. She managed to resume dancing to the beat as she turned towards the newcomer. Oh wow, another Ishvallan? She watched as the newcomer spoke in Ishvallan to Shula and Shula responded in kind.

"I'm Aishe, nice to meetcha!"
"Aishe joins us tonight! The fire calls to us all and the music binds us all together! Dance for joy and for life to the fire and drums, until all our hearts beat as one!" Csilla reached out and took the fan that Shula was offering, slipping the hoop around her own wrist. She smiled towards Aishe, lifting her hand in greeting. "I'm Csilla!" She then glanced down at the fan and the fire that lit up the ends. She could almost feel the tattoos on her palms itching with desire. She hadn't manipulated light since the trap ditch and apparently, she was in withdrawal. She felt that in this ceremony, she would refrain from her alchemy, and just told it to wait a little bit. She was careful with the fan as she danced, entranced by how the light moved across the spiral as she moved. As her feet moved and her hips shifted from side to side, she couldn't help but think of her family. She missed them terribly in that moment, and let a single tear roll down her cheek. And yet, she couldn't help but be happy that she was here and alive. Only a week ago, she had wished for death again. But she was so glad she didn't succumb. Her parents and her grandparents had pushed for her to live. Her grandmother had forced her to leave Creta to make a new life for herself after the accident. Before then she was scared to do it, but looking back.. it was right. She was happy in Amestris. She had true friends and she was doing what she loved to do. Despite her shattered heart, she would do her best to move forward. She smiled as she picked up her feet a little, watching the fire glimmer. She didn't know when or how.. but everything would be alright eventually. It just had to be.

[Guest]

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